Being With You

Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay, resting our bodies on some soft hay. After counting many cloud shapes, it's time to eat a bunch of grapes. Where did the day go, listen here the sound of the crow. Night is on it's way, guess we must not stay. The stars are starting to shine, will you be mine?
Date Written: 3/29/2020
3 Place 4/13/2020 Poetic lines from a Poetry Soup Poet - Eve Roper Contest Judged: 4/13/2020 Sponsored by: Silent One
First Line Used, "Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay - from the poem "Under the canopy of pine trees," written by Eve Roper"